Mrs. Death

Mrs. Death…

I get to be Mrs. Death on the radio this weekend—I am so excited about this! I know, I know. Explanation please. Here goes. Brad went to SUNY—Oneonta and was DJ/Radio director-type-person (I should know the name of his position, but I don’t—sorry baby) and his radio station is hosting alumni weekend this weekend. So Sean (AKA SeanoftheDead), John, Elizalou, Jenn, even Eliza’s dog Mocha (I freaking love hugging that dog by the way—just thought I’d let you know), Brad, and I are all going up to Oneonta on Friday and we’re spending the weekend. And to top it all off, we get to be on the radio Sunday! Brad’s radio personality was Dr. Death, so of course, I get to be Mrs. Death. I am very, very excited. Way back in the day when I went to SUNY—New Paltz (for one year and then came running back to Brooklyn) I was a DJ and had so much fun. I was convinced that no one ever listened to my roommate Noreen and I—until one day when we played the unedited version of “Suck My Kiss” by the Red Hot Chili Peppers and then we got suspended because people called up the station and ratted us out to the station manager. It sucked to be suspended, but at least we knew people were really listening to us! But anyway, we’re going away this weekend and I am so excited to be on the radio…now all of those retarded conversations that Brad and I always have will be broadcasted for all of Oneonta to hear. Hooray! And hooray even more for the Jacuzzi in the suite we’re staying in. Sweet!